Rosalind watched Jacob cruise down the road towards home, and again thanked the Lord for his presence in her life. Yes, he could be annoying, yes, she disliked his constant compliments, but she loved him and he was for sure one of the most stable things in her wacky life.
Entering her tiny apartment, she dumped her purse on the counter and flicked the lights on. She released a sigh of relief as she surveyed her snug little home: kitchen, small but well organized; living room, slightly crowded but comfortable; bedroom, messy, but lived in and plus it has a door! shut it and no one knows the difference! The only problem with her first home away from her parents is that the only bathroom is through that bedroom door that we just recently rejoiced over shutting. However, that only caused problems when her guy friends visited her, which was rare except for Jacob, who didn't care that he saw her unmade bed. Overall, she was satisfied with her homemaking skills. On that note, she decided to put those skills to use and make herself some dinner.
As she poured cream of potato soup from the can into one of her red pots, she thought back to the conversation in Jacob's pickup. He had been teasing her for years, but it had become more pointed and determined in the past six weeks. She wondered why. As she washed out the can and rinsed her hands, a stray thought raced through her brain and she startled, foze, and then swatted it away with her dishtowel. "Impossible," she scolded herself. But the thought wouldn't go away. Dinner eaten, dishes washed, curled up on the couch with her computer for a long overdue Skype with one of her best friends, she thought of it again. Pushing it away, denying it, refusing to think about it, nothing worked.
"Hello?" Rosalind jerked her attention back to the computer screen.
"Sorry, Karen. I have a lot on my mind tonight. What were you saying?"
"Not important. Tell me what's going on."
Rosalind released a heavy sigh. Wow, she was sighing a lot today. Focus, girl. "I don't know....Jacob has been acting weird and I don't know what to do about it...."
"Weird how?" Karen leaned in closer to her computer, as if that would make Rosalind talk faster. She was staring at her intently, an eccentric habit she had when she was concerned.
"Like buying me coffee.... "
" That's normal, Rosie."
"But normally I pay him back and he hasn't been letting me lately. He has been more....caring. He prays for me at length at lunch time. And he has been complimenting me."
"That too, is no surprise. He often compliments you. I'm not sure why you are worried about it, I wouldn't mind some TLC every now and then."
"It just feels....different. It's almost like he's.....," Karen leaned closer as Rosalind's voice became quieter. "flirting....with me." There was a sharp gasp from the woman who had been with Rosalind through everything since middle school. Jacob on one side, Karen on the other. But it was different with Karen. They talked about girl stuff: boys, periods, hair, etc. It was always the same: kick Jacob out, curl up in bed or on a couch and spill their hearts to each other. However, if someone had told her seven months ago that they were going to be talking about Jacob any more than the latest prank pulled, she would have laughed at them. Now here she was, wondering if maybe Jacob was interested in more than a friendship.
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